Book Title: Distracted By Her
Author: Caitlyn Blue
Release Date: October 24, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Windy City Millionaire Devlin Stone is about to discover that love and revenge don't mix.
Fifteen years ago my father went to jail for crime he didn't commit. Now, I'm back to take revenge on the man who sent him there. He believes himself untouchable, and for the most part, he is. His daughter, however, is very touchable and well within my reach.
I remember her as a sweet kid, who took piano lessons from my mother. These days she's a complicated woman, who has a knack for distracting me from my retribution.
She wants to save me. I intend to ruin her. Things are going to get interesting.
“A what?” she asks.
I hold back a smirk at her suspicious tone. “Since arriving in Abbottsville I have been inundated with social invitations. Many I can't refuse as I wish to build goodwill in the community. I need someone to accompany me who has no interest in romantic entanglements.”
“And you think that person is me?”
“It makes a certain amount of sense.” No, it doesn’t, and I'm a fool for even suggesting it. But ever since admitting to myself that I find her even the tiniest bit attractive, I've become obsessed with seeing more of her.
“And that’s it?” She poses the question with particular emphasis.
“You can’t tell anyone about our bargain.” I hope the entire town, her father included, will suspect we're lovers. This should make Powell crazy and disrupt the affair Rebecca is having with her married lover. Win-win. “The rest we’ll make up as we go.”
When Gray hears about it, he will laugh and laugh. Then he’ll tell me what a crazy stupid idea this is. And maybe he’ll be right. But the fact is, my revenge against Raymond Powell is at an impasse.
The man believes himself untouchable, and for the most part, he is. His daughter, however, is very touchable and well within my reach. Wondering what I'm doing to her will drive Powell mad.
“I’d rather have everything spelled out,” she says.
I'm fighting a smirk as I ask, “What are you afraid of?”
“You can’t seriously expect me to just blunder blind into an arrangement with you.”
“Very well. I will be living in Abbottsville for the next six months or so.” My gaze slides over her. There isn’t much to catch anyone’s attention. Ordinary clothes. No make-up. At least today she’s left her glasses behind. When I accused her of hiding, I wasn’t off the mark. “During that time, I will want female companionship.”
“You mean like…” She seemed unable to finish the sentence. “Like…”
“Like?” I prompt, curious to what path her mind travels to.
“You…you can’t really expect me to…” The silence stretches. She looks mortified. “To sleep with you.”
Outrageous. Tempting. Risky. My mouth goes dry.
Expect? No. At least not as part of my vendetta against her father. But for my own pleasure? With ruthless determination, I refocus on my primary motivation. I intend to torment her father with rumors and insinuation. But now that she’s brought up the idea of us sleeping together, I'm not sure I can keep from dwelling on the idea.
“I’d be a better choice for you than Tickwell." Her eyes grow very big as I set my hand on the railing beside her and lean in. "At least I’m not married.”
"This isn't like you," she says.
Irritation flares at her presumption. "You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know how you used to be.”
“You knew an inexperienced boy.”
Detecting her spicy perfume, I lower my head to better absorb the scent. The exotic blend seems at odds with the angel brightness of her hair and her nondescript appearance. What would it be like to have that scent rubbed all over my skin by her naked body pressed against mine?
"I can't believe you expect me to sleep with you." She stares at me for a long, searching moment before speaking. “Do you seriously think you'd be satisfied with an unwilling woman in your bed?” Her whispered question blends curiosity and challenge.
“Do you seriously think you’d be unwilling?” The subtle jump of her body when I blow air against her neck betrays her. “Go ahead and tell me you don’t want my hands on you.”
“You may claim that the idea gives you no pleasure, but your body…” I coast my hand down her ribcage and her back arches, pressing her into my touch. Fire flares in my gut, dangerous and wild. “Tells a different story."
Her features flow from confusion into sensual bemusement. How does she pull off the naïve act so convincingly? Regardless of what she pretends, she's no match for me. With a look, a word or, heaven help me, a touch, I arouse her. A ferocious sense of power seizes me. My heart thunders in my chest, pumping blood to my groin. Fuck. What is her allure?
"But you don't have to worry," I continue. “I like my women eager or not at all.”
"Really?" Her lashes drift upward. "You seem like the sort of man who takes what he wants."
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